I know why the caged bird sings she soars and she sighs through the marble halls it rings between the light from sunrise she spies shadowy things still her voice gently flies her feathers are all dull her time is past nigh yet the rooms are still full white gold creases the sky then fades to black null it weeps at her cry little bird long gone her bones cradled in ivy but her song carries on one’s time is never timely but from the gable to the lawn her voice continues blithely though to her it was just a coo from the courtyard it rang and into the wind it flew up from her body a tempest sprang every hour the sound rattles someplace new i know why the caged bird sang